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The downtown rock scene was small and incestuous; allegiances were mercurial.

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In early `75, Blondie was auditioning drummers at Tommy Ramone's studio on Twenty-third Street. A twenty-one-year-old from New Jersey named Clem Burke was on the stool, and Patti Smith drifted into the room. This wasn't unusual; though [Debbie] Harry and Smith weren't exactly friends, they knew each other.

Harry stared daggers at her. Ivan Kral had defected to her band only a few weeks earlier.

"Patti," she said. "I'm working with this guy."

"Oh," responded Patti casually.

Smith soon left. Not long afterward, Burke auditioned for her, but didn't get the job. He played his first gig with Blondie---who were still being billed in CBGB ads as the Stilettos---in March. That night, Fred Smith told his bandmates he was leaving to join Television. He would be replacing Richard Hell, who was tired of deferring to Tom Verlaine. Verlaine was in CBGB that night, Patti Smith beside him. But they didn't linger.

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While there was plenty of style-mixing, aesthetic lines were being drawn. There were the pop-rockers in one clique: the Ramones, the Dictators, the Miamis, and Blondie (and later the Heartbreakers). And there was the art-rock clique centered around Patti Smith and Television, now fronted solely by her now close friend Tom Verlaine.

The divide grew. "I may be paranoid," Harry reflected in the wake of all the musical chairs, "but I think that whole clique wanted to destroy us."

--- Love Goes to Buildings on Fire: Five Years in New York That Changed Music Forever, Will Hermes

It's the summer of 104 degrees
It's the summer of Annie Hall
It's the summer of The .44 Caliber Killer, The Son of Sam
It's the summer that Tom Seaver went to the Big Red Machine
It's the summer of The Blackout
It's the summer Studio 54 became the hottest spot in the city
It's the summer the FALN bombed the Mobil Building
It's the summer the Bronx burned

It's the summer New York City lost its goddamn mind

Welcome to New York City, 1977, where death hangs out on every corner. It could be cold steel in the hand of a maniac. It could be one push behind a needle. It could be a cab trying to make that last fare that doesn't see the crosswalk. It could be a member of your own band who robs you to cop a fix.

No one gets out alive.

RULES (Rules section mostly stolen from other goons. Hello!)
Days will be 48 hours long (except when hammered) and nights not more than 24 hours.
Majority vote, no-votes can occur.
Flavor is not indicative of alignment---go nuts, claim away. Have fun with it.
No editing your posts.
No talking OOT unless you are able to do so.
If there are doctors, they cannot follow.
If an individual scum has night actions, they may not use a night action and kill on the same night.
Don't post your role PM, but go ahead and talk up your flavor.
Don't post after hammers.
Don't post after dying ( posts acceptable if not game-related or for scum to gloat. villainous gloating would be rad.)
Don't encrypt your posts, make Toxx clauses, or play Truth or Dare.
Don't lurk. For real, I will modkill. You have been and will be warned.
Don't go against the spirit of the game.

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Welcome, [Player Name], you are Dee Dee Ramone, a Vanilla Town bassist. You're the guy stage left of Joey Ramone. You were actually the first guy in the band to suggest the Ramone name and identity for the group. Hell, you were the lead singer until it came out that you couldn't sing and play bass at the same time, which is why Joey stopped drumming and started singing. You write most of the group's material anyway, and count off every song in concert by yelling "1-2-3-4!" Currently (1977) you're cutting material at a studio in midtown Manhattan for your third record, Rocket to Russia, which includes the stone classics "Rockaway Beach," "Sheena is a Punk Rocker" and "Teenage Lobotomy." However, this has no in-game effect. Other musicians you have recorded with may appear in this game, but this is no indication of alignment, they may be town or scum.

Game's over, and fuck you Jimson. It's not my fault that you guys couldn't get your shit together by deadline. No one gets access to docs because I don't fucking care anymore, I hope you all enjoyed ruining my game, and there won't be another.

I was in the first (and I think I won?) so of course I want to keep it going

Game's over, and fuck you Jimson. It's not my fault that you guys couldn't get your shit together by deadline. No one gets access to docs because I don't fucking care anymore, I hope you all enjoyed ruining my game, and there won't be another.

Game's over, and fuck you Jimson. It's not my fault that you guys couldn't get your shit together by deadline. No one gets access to docs because I don't fucking care anymore, I hope you all enjoyed ruining my game, and there won't be another.

Oh yeah I just read back, that was a tight game with Amoeba being a SK and still alive almost at the end, good stuff. I wish Ernie would come back for this one.

Game's over, and fuck you Jimson. It's not my fault that you guys couldn't get your shit together by deadline. No one gets access to docs because I don't fucking care anymore, I hope you all enjoyed ruining my game, and there won't be another.

Nobody looked particularly pleased to be in The Ocean Club on July 21, 1976

Game's over, and fuck you Jimson. It's not my fault that you guys couldn't get your shit together by deadline. No one gets access to docs because I don't fucking care anymore, I hope you all enjoyed ruining my game, and there won't be another.

Game's over, and fuck you Jimson. It's not my fault that you guys couldn't get your shit together by deadline. No one gets access to docs because I don't fucking care anymore, I hope you all enjoyed ruining my game, and there won't be another.